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@ -126,7 +126,7 @@ It was important to her that she be around this person she considered a member o
And then, when they all piled into the movie-theater-*cum*-cuddlepit, A Finger Pointing, Beholden, and Dry Grass slouched into a beanbag. Dry Grass dragged Motes into her lap while they all settled in. They sat silent through the first part of movie, watching off and on, dozing now and then. The movie was not important. It was good, she was sure, but that was not the point.
An hour or so later, after Beholden and A Finger Pointing had dozed off together amid all the softness, Dry Grass set up a cone of silence over the beanbag and nudged Motes to sit beside her rather than on her and said, "Hey, kiddo. I would like to apologize for everything that happened this month."
An hour or so later, after Beholden and A Finger Pointing had fallen asleep against each other amid all the softness, Dry Grass set up a cone of silence over the beanbag and nudged Motes to sit beside her rather than on her and said, "Hey, kiddo. I would like to apologize for everything that happened this month."
Motes scrubbed her paws over her face to wake up more fully. "How do you mean?"
@ -142,7 +142,7 @@ Her cocladist frowned. "That is why I am sorry. So much happened, and I started
She shrugged. "But then, maybe I started by whining at you about it. It is nobody's fault but Hammered Silver's." She giggled sleepily, adding, "She made herself mad, even. I do not believe you that you say you did."
Dry Grass's expression softened and she brushed some of her mane out of her face. "I suppose there is that," she said quietly. "We could go back and forth placing blame as much as we would like–"
Dry Grass's expression softened and she brushed some of the skunk's mane out of her face. "I suppose there is that," she said quietly. "We could go back and forth placing blame as much as we would like–"
"And she would always be the wrong one," Motes interrupted. "Frick her. She is the one holding grudges, we are the ones doing what we want. She is the one hurting people, we are the ones just playing and having fun and not hurting anyone."